Man, I’m a Virgo. Everyone asks me about this stuff all the time, right? Like I’m some kind of expert on timing my life with the moon or whatever. I read the same garbage everyone else does, but I’ll tell you something, last year around this time, I actually paid attention to that headline, the whole “Best Days to Take Action” crap.
I had this project sitting on the shelf for months. It was a massive pain, but I knew it had to be done. I’ve been collecting old video games, the classic stuff, for like twenty years. My garage was full. Wife was getting mad. I finally decided I needed to move it all online and sell it off. I kept putting it off, taking pictures, listing stuff, it just felt like too much work. I kept telling myself, “I’ll start when things are aligned.”
The Setup: Waiting for the Green Light
I read one of those blurbs and it said, loud and clear, that the week of October 23rd was going to be my breakthrough period. For Virgos, it flagged Tuesday and Thursday as the absolute best days to launch anything big. I had spent the prior week just cleaning the junk, testing the consoles, running them through the paces, but I hadn’t touched the actual selling part yet. I told myself I was being smart, being patient, waiting for the cosmic wave to hit.
Monday rolled around, and the forecast specifically said to hold back, to recharge, to get ready for the big push. I should have just worked on the inventory spreadsheet, which was a mess, but I kept checking the calendar. I was mentally pacing around the idea of work, not actually doing it. I remember just sitting there, drinking coffee, staring at the boxes piled up in the corner, feeling smug that I was following the stars.
Around noon, I got itchy. I pulled out the big lot, a bunch of old Nintendo 64 stuff, and figured I’d try to sneak a couple listings in early. The website I wanted to use, naturally, immediately crashed. My phone kept dropping the Wi-Fi signal. I tried to reset the router three times. I wasted two solid hours fighting the technology, which, according to the horoscope, I shouldn’t have even been touching. I threw my hands up. “See!” I yelled at the ceiling. “It wasn’t the right time!” I felt justified in quitting for the day.
Tuesday: The Grind
Tuesday. The Big Action Day. I woke up at 4 AM and the energy was different, but not because of the stars, man. It was because I was genuinely mad that I lost half a day being superstitious. I didn’t wait for a sign. I didn’t wait for coffee. I just sat down and started typing.
I had a pile of 50 different game cartridges I needed to list individually. The process was brutal. I opened the massive Excel file. I started documenting every single game: title, condition, estimated worth. I dragged my busted old DSLR out and set up a proper photo station with a white sheet. I snapped two pictures of everything: front and back.
- I fought the lighting for an hour until I finally got it right.
- I tested the description templates I’d spent two weeks avoiding.
- I cleaned the save pins on the cartridges with alcohol, one by one.
- I loaded the photos onto the computer, which took forever.
- I uploaded the first 25 listings before I even looked up for lunch.
I did take a break, a short one, and I checked the horoscope again. It said that my communication skills were elevated today, which was perfect for making sales. I just laughed. My elevated communication skills meant I was grinding out detailed, honest descriptions and setting fair prices. That’s it. I spent another six hours just finalizing the prices and hitting the actual ‘List Now’ button for the rest of the pile.
The Real Breakthrough
By the time I closed the laptop that night, I had 50 items live, perfectly photographed, accurately described, and ready to go. My back hurt. My eyes were burning. But the work was done. That’s the action. That’s the magic.
Wednesday came. Wednesday, according to the stars, was supposed to be a day for retreat and contemplation. A quiet day for internal reflection. What actually happened? I woke up to ten email notifications. Ten sales. Before my alarm even went off. The money was already moving into my account. People were asking questions, buying bundles, even offering higher prices on a few rare items.
The entire day was spent packing, printing labels, and talking to buyers—the exact opposite of a quiet day. And that’s when it hit me. The sales didn’t happen because it was the day after a lucky Tuesday. The sales happened because I actually did the work on Tuesday. I took action, I put the inventory out there, and that’s what drove everything. The horoscope was just background noise, maybe a nice gentle push, but the literal movement of my fingers on the keyboard and my camera lens clicking was the only thing that mattered.
I eventually sold all of it over the next couple months. And I stopped reading those weekly forecasts waiting for permission. If you want a lucky week, man, you stop checking the stars and you start listing the inventory. You take the pictures. You write the descriptions. You hit the button. That’s the whole damn secret.
